Louisville, Ky. Growing up in California, I did not know of Harvey Pack. That was my loss. When he died this week, it was a loss for all of racing. By the time I moved east in 1992, Pack had already made his mark on a generation of TV viewers across the tri-state area. That would be the New York-New Jersey-Connecticut tri-state area as opposed to Texarkana or the DMV. Those tri-state areas only knew Pack from his annual appearances on the Breeders’ Cup. So did I. “Who was that guy from New York who was making picks with Pete Axthelm?” I would ask every October. “The guy who looks like Wallace Shawn with aviator glasses.” Lather, rinse, repeat. Every year I would see him and crave more as I asked, “Who is Harvey Pack?”